Drink (a poem?)

Drink

I don't drink often.

A friend gave me a very nice bottle of Scotch.

I thought I'd save it for a special occasion. 

A rain forest caught fire 

  and that president sided with the arsonists.

A continent caught fire 

  and that prime minister sided with the arsonists.

An impeached president is trying to start a war

  to distract people

  from more evidence of his crimes

  and too many are excited to send too many

  to kill and be killed

  for lies.

             Again.

He would set the world on fire

  and the people would side with the arsonist.

If this isn't a special occasion

  just the new normal

  all the more reason

  to drink the bottle today.

Is this even a poem?

I don't understand anything anymore.